Profound apologies
I have not been able to get here much lately because of a fucking lousy cold on top of the workload. Sorry.
I guess that's my news. Here is some news from others:
From the lovely UK-based author, Saskia Walker, comes this good news:
Hi folks!
I'm very excited to share the news that UNVEILING THE SORCERESS, a fantasy novel set in an ancient, exotic world, has been published by Juno Books and is now shipping. if you'd like to find out more about this one, (and see the divine cover by fantasy artist Timonthy Lantz,) check out the blog entry on my page!
hugs
Saskia
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myspace.com/saskiawalkerauthor
href="http://www.saskiawalker.co.uk"> www.saskiawalker.co.uk
Back in the USA, Erotica Revealed announces that their reviews for September are online:
Best of Singapore Erotica, edited by L.Q. Pan and Richard Lord
Reviewed by Lisabet Sarai
Brought to Heel, by Samantha Brook
Reviewed by Ashley Lister
The Mistress and the Mouse, by J.J. Giles
Reviewed by Steven Hart
Raw Silk, by Lisabet Sarai
Reviewed by Kathleen Bradean
Sorcerer, by Tamzin Hall
Reviewed by Jean Roberta
Even though I've been feeling really out of it because of this crazy cold, things here have been going reasonably well. The weather's been amazingly beautiful and then cool during the night. You can't beat that. And I've finally found someone who will cut my grass on a regular basis and not charge me an arm and a leg (of which I only have two, each, and was hoping to hang onto those for, you know, like, the duration, as it were). I discovered last month that my lawn mower is really, really, really, really, REALLY hard to start. So I finally gave up and conceded that perhaps men are better at this, and so I have hired one to "go out and be better at it" all over my incredibly overgrown lawn.
It has gotten really embarrassing. The nerve of my neighbors, keeping their lawns looking so fucking nice while mine just gets worse and worse... but the remedy is just around the corner.
And speaking of embarrassing... I met a man who was extremely attractvie (to me, anyway). He was attractive in that enigmatic, Eastern European, chiseled-bone-structure, foreign sort of way. In fact, he didn't speak English all that great but it didn't matter. He wasn't the kind of man you wanted to waste a lot of time talking with. Unfortunately, though, we spent just enough time conversing for me to realize that he was way younger than I thought he was and that not only was I old enough to be his mother, I was, indeed, only a couple years younger than she was. The nerve of some people, going around seeming so mature -- especially when I am on the really, really immature side. (And to be frank, I looked about 20 years younger than his mom. I really did. I mean, she was right there. I know -- this is a weird story. I'm trying to hit on some guy whose mom is right there. Anyway.)
I was quite crestfallen, I must say. Physically, he is in really amazing shape. So, like, no way on Earth am I going to be taking my clothes off anywhere near him, especially now that I know that I am old enough to be his mom. What a drag.
To be honest, I think that's why I caught this cold -- because I felt like screaming.
I guess that's my news. Here is some news from others:
From the lovely UK-based author, Saskia Walker, comes this good news:
Hi folks!
I'm very excited to share the news that UNVEILING THE SORCERESS, a fantasy novel set in an ancient, exotic world, has been published by Juno Books and is now shipping. if you'd like to find out more about this one, (and see the divine cover by fantasy artist Timonthy Lantz,) check out the blog entry on my page!
hugs
Saskia
xXx
myspace.com/saskiawalkerauthor
Back in the USA, Erotica Revealed announces that their reviews for September are online:
Reviewed by Lisabet Sarai
Brought to Heel, by Samantha Brook
Reviewed by Ashley Lister
The Mistress and the Mouse, by J.J. Giles
Reviewed by Steven Hart
Raw Silk, by Lisabet Sarai
Reviewed by Kathleen Bradean
Sorcerer, by Tamzin Hall
Reviewed by Jean Roberta
Even though I've been feeling really out of it because of this crazy cold, things here have been going reasonably well. The weather's been amazingly beautiful and then cool during the night. You can't beat that. And I've finally found someone who will cut my grass on a regular basis and not charge me an arm and a leg (of which I only have two, each, and was hoping to hang onto those for, you know, like, the duration, as it were). I discovered last month that my lawn mower is really, really, really, really, REALLY hard to start. So I finally gave up and conceded that perhaps men are better at this, and so I have hired one to "go out and be better at it" all over my incredibly overgrown lawn.
It has gotten really embarrassing. The nerve of my neighbors, keeping their lawns looking so fucking nice while mine just gets worse and worse... but the remedy is just around the corner.
And speaking of embarrassing... I met a man who was extremely attractvie (to me, anyway). He was attractive in that enigmatic, Eastern European, chiseled-bone-structure, foreign sort of way. In fact, he didn't speak English all that great but it didn't matter. He wasn't the kind of man you wanted to waste a lot of time talking with. Unfortunately, though, we spent just enough time conversing for me to realize that he was way younger than I thought he was and that not only was I old enough to be his mother, I was, indeed, only a couple years younger than she was. The nerve of some people, going around seeming so mature -- especially when I am on the really, really immature side. (And to be frank, I looked about 20 years younger than his mom. I really did. I mean, she was right there. I know -- this is a weird story. I'm trying to hit on some guy whose mom is right there. Anyway.)
I was quite crestfallen, I must say. Physically, he is in really amazing shape. So, like, no way on Earth am I going to be taking my clothes off anywhere near him, especially now that I know that I am old enough to be his mom. What a drag.
To be honest, I think that's why I caught this cold -- because I felt like screaming.
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